The beauty of riding in a Lagos yellow bus can sometimes be breathtaking: from the excessive lapping that happens, to the charitable passengers offering to pay your transport fare ( that's a scare and a tale for another day).

The experience just never seizes to amaze me-the headroom some of these buses offer cannot even be rivaled by some Boeing flight birds. The wary look of hustle plastered on all the faces within the bus is always quite a delight. The clash of colognes and sweat might want to choke you, but if you prepared yourself for it all,All you will do is smile.

Smile at all the dreams housed within the moving death-trap. The driver will stop so many times trying to correct the sparks flying from his battery terminal. The conductor will suffer partial hearing loss when you ask him about your change( balance) and then the bus tyre will go FLAT,confirming your much dreaded thought. You get delayed for eternity in the middle of the road, while he attempts to fix a spare tyre. The spare tyre finally gets fixed at which point your ears are already ringing with the blares of car horns, you sigh deeply thinking finally you are on your way home...Then the Death-Trap's battery refuses to start ....Tayuuun...yuuuun....yuuuuun!